Something must being going right when depressing, yet expected, news fails to ruin a great day.  The last eight months or so have beaten me into submission, allowing me to come out the other side surprisingly optimistic and longingly hopeful about my future.  St. Luke’s decided after about five months of time that they in fact did not want to hire me as a Clinical Engineer in their VAD program.  In the end, the lag time between my final interview (over a month ago) and yesterday was disconcerting enough to put doubt on whether or not I would have even wanted to work for them in the first place.  Needless to say, the job at St. Luke’s was the first job I had really gotten excited about, and I thought I would have been perfect for the job.  Apparently I did not convey that feeling appropriately, or they just did not agree.  I’m going to assume they are the experts on the subject.  My good friend Mike also did not get the job, which is a bigger drag because it keeps him away from Milwaukee and his future Mrs.

On the positive side of things, the official rejection from St. Luke’s allows the paid position at Children’s to become a reality.  I literally called them the second I got the lovely form-letter from St. Luke’s with the general idea of “Let’s get this started…” because in the spirit of previous posts, I need a dollar, a couple of dollars would be nice.  But, wait Mike, you said something about a great day earlier, you may ask.  Yes, I did.